Chapter Text
Y/n's POV
I take a deep breathe, slowly exhaling before climbing out of my car. We'd been friends for a while now, and I've already met him once at one of his shows, but actually hanging out? We'd never done that before. I checked to make sure I had everything I needed, and then I closed the door to my car and locked it. I pull my phone out, briefly glancing up as a car slowly passed me, going to Ben's contact and debate calling him. He hardly ever checks his phone. What if he's already here? What if he's not? I press the call button, and within seconds he picks up.
"Hey!"
"What's up?"
"Are you here yet? I was just about to head inside."
"I actually just pulled up." I hear a car door slam in the background over the phone, and just a few spaces down from me.
I don't respond at first, instead I peak out from behind the cars to see Ben. I wave at him, and he waves back with a huge goofy smile. I move my phone away from my ear, hanging up while grinning like an idiot. I have to fight everything in me not to run at him, instead I slowly walk towards him. I put my phone in my pocket, watching as Ben walks towards me. "Ready to go eat?" He asks, and I nod.
I laugh at Ben's facial expression, throwing a chip at him. Ben sticks his tongue out at me, grabbing the chip before it falls. "Hey, don't waste this!" He exclaims before dipping it in salsa and eating it. I just shake my head, grabbing my glass to take a sip. As I'm setting my cup back down I notice that Ben got salsa on his shirt. I grab my napkin, reaching across the table to hand it to him. "Hey, Ben, you got some salsa on your shirt." I tell him, and he looks down. Ben's hair fell from its normal position, dangling in his eyes as he looks back up. I nearly melted as our eyes connected. His eyes reminded me of caramel. They're warm and light when he's happy, but they're dark and cold when he's not. Today, they're bright and full of life. I smile at him, feeling his warm fingers brush against mine as he takes the napkin from my hand. As Ben was cleaning the salsa off of himself our waiter brought out our food, and that tiny moment ended. Within seconds, our previous conversation resumed in between bites. "Y/n, you have a bit of sauce..." he says, pointing at the corner of his mouth. I go to wipe it away, but Ben stops me. "It's the other side- here, let me," Ben reaches out with his napkin, gently wiping the corner of my mouth. Warmth spreads across my face, and I swallow the bite I had been chewing. "Thank you," I say, placing my hand over his. His hand was still on my cheek, napkin in his fist. Ben clears his throat, his own cheeks turning the slightest shade of pink. I let go, smiling at my plate. "Hey, uh, Y/n?" He says, moving his hands under the table. "Y-Yeah?" I stutter, looking up at him as casually as I can while being redder than the salsa. "I uh... Will you be my girlfriend?" He blurts out, and I smile at him. "I'd love to be your girlfriend," I tell him, and Ben waves me over to him. I scoot my plate across the table getting out of my seat before moving around to sit next to Ben. He wraps his arm around me, and I wrap my arms around his middle.